So now it's my turn to do the running and I know, having a newborn is hard, but compared to a 14 month old, newborns are a breezy summer day.
People keep saying 'oh now the baby days are over and you're used to it, its so much easier!' Ummmmm, no. My energy reserves are all gone and I find I have to drink most nights just to stay sane. I never finish a conversation, or my lunch, my clothes are always smeared with snot, my blog is depleted of photos now because I don't get the chance to take them, I have barely any social life left and I'm rubbish at making 'other mummy friends'. I am constantly being whined at, my possessions are fair game, every day must be strictly planned, and every night comes with broken sleep.
I know that in a few weeks things will get better, when the tooth comes through, when she starts walking, when we get over this wave. So I can breathe before the next one starts. No wonder we have to go through labour - that's the easy bit. Every contraction is a sign of the pain and struggle that awaits us for years to come.
No photo, no time.